You just came back from (you decide) and entered your home. The house was quiet as always, the only sound coming from the record player in the living room. As you walked in, you spotted Dane fast asleep. He looked so cute and adorable; you just wanted to squeeze him.

After a while, while you were in the kitchen preparing dinner without Dane’s help this time, you jolted when familiar arms wrapped around you from behind, nuzzling into your neck.

“Dane… you scared me…” you chuckled as he tightened his grip, a silent ‘sorry’.